A/N: Hey everyone, sorry you all had to wait a week but at least no one threatened me:D I want to give a BIG thank you to JellyBeanChiChi, who is an awesome beta and an even better collaborator. I got stuck in a low with this chapter and she gave me the kick in the seat that I needed:D I also want to thank sidle77 for being a hell of a collaborator too. I assure you, even though she and I have become partners in a tortuous venture for GSR it will not halt this story.

WARNING: This chapters contains graphic scenes of violent rape and readers should take caution.

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Chapter Twenty-Six

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Nick walked beside Gil as they made their way up the stairs. He had been ready to grab the older man if he started to fall, but Gil had been able to make it upstairs without assistance. It was a small accomplishment but it was one that made Gil feel a little proud.

Nick sat on the bed and waited while Gil readied himself for bed in the bath room. Gil had done everything for himself. It tired him out to not have the assistance,but his determination to be independent fueled his actions. Gil and Nick wished each other a goodnight before Nick headed downstairs.

Nick settled himself on the couch for the night, but he couldn't shake the look in Gil's eyes when he had entered the living room with Sara. It reminded him of the look he saw when he and Greg had wrestled with Gil just a few days ago. He hoped he would be able to hear Gil if he needed help in the night.

A little after 2 a.m., Nick was startled awake and he jumped off the couch. He rushed up the stairs two at a time as he heard Gil's screams coming from the master bedroom. Nick flicked on the bedroom light switch to see Gil sitting up in the bed with that familiar enraged look upon his reddened face.

"GET THE FUCK OFF HER!" Gil screamed at the top of his lungs.

Nick rushed around the bed and grabbed Gil's arms and tried to shake him awake. "Wake up, Griss! It's okay!"

Instead of seeing Nick, Gil swore Reggie Shelling stood in front of him and he took a swing at the young man. Nick dodged the punch and tried again to calm Grissom.

"Stop it, Grissom! You're okay."

Still caught in his nightmare, Gil couldn't comprehend he was safe with Nick. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH HER?!"

Gil grabbed Nick's shirt and punched him in the stomach. While Nick was doubled over Gil jumped out of bed and pinned his friend against the wall. He roughly held his forearm across Nick's throat, which caused Nick to panic as his air was cut off.

The outburst shocked Nick and the rage he saw in the older man's eyes terrified him. Nick pushed against Gil and struggled to get loose, but he couldn't budge against the strength Gil found in his nightmare.

Despite not wanting to cause any harm, Nick was forced to fight back. He drew back his fist and punched Gil in the side, not realizing that he had struck him in his broken ribs. Gil stumbled and fell back across the bed, but was on his feet again before Nick could pin him down.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? YOUR GODDAMN FAGGOT?!" Gil screamed before he tackled Nick against the bedroom furniture. The hard crash knocked the breath out of Nick, who couldn't voice his disbelief in what he heard his mentor say.

Gil punched Nick in the face and tried to pin Nick down with his thighs. While mentally, Gil believed he could overpower who he thought was Shelling, in reality he was physically incapable. Nick took advantage of a weak moment and pushed Gil off of him. As Gil saw the younger man tower over him, he mistook an outstretched hand as a means to overpower Gil , not to help him up.

"I'M NOT YOUR SLUT, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Gil took all of his strength to kick Nick in his groin with his healthy leg.

Nick fell to the ground and tried to recover as quickly as possible. "Griss! Please! I don't think you're a faggot. Your're having a nightmare!"

Gil screamed and lunged at Nick again, but the younger man dodged out of the way, but not before sweeping Gil's legs and making him fall. Just as Gil cringed with pain, Nick cringed because he couldn't believe he had to defend himself in such a manner. Before Gil could protest, Nick swung around to stand behind him and wrapped his arms around Gil's upper body, pinning his arms at his sides.

But Gil wouldn't give in. He struggled against Nick and thrashed in his grip. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME! IF YOU'VE TOUCHED SARA I'LL KILL YOU!" Gil screamed as he pushed himself back against the younger man. Nick lost his balance and tripped, taking Gil with him, and they both fell hard in the corner.

Gil landed on top of Nick, who now lay on his back with his body crumpled in the corner, and continued to thrash in Nick's arms; screaming his rage at the top of his lungs. Nick was desperate to get through to him and not let him hurt himself so, while maintaining his hold around Gil's upper body; he wrapped his legs around Gil's.

"Grissom! You're alright!"

"NO! GET OFF ME!"

"It's okay, Griss. It's me, Nick! You're safe! Sara's safe!"

Slowly Nick's words penetrated the nightmare that still fought for supremacy in Gil's mind. As he began to awaken and realize his surroundings Gil's struggle against Nick's grasp lessened until they finally lay still. Nick propped himself up a little more against the wall and continued to hold Gil while he calmed.

Gil panted for breath as he slumped back against his young friend. Tears welled in his eyes as relief washed over him that it was only a bad dream. But the realness of it would not pass so easily. He had to know that Sara was safe. He had to know that Shelling did not have her, and that he was not raping her.

"N-N-Nick?" Gil could not keep the fear from his voice.

"I'm here, Griss." Nick said and released his hold on Gil but put his hands on the older man's shoulders. He touched his face to find himself with a bleeding lip and nose.

"I have t-to t-talk t-to her, N-N-Nick." Gil pleaded. "I-I-I have t-to hear her v-v-voice. P-P-Please,"

"Okay, man, let's get you back into bed first, okay?"

Nick didn't need to ask Gil who he was talking about and after helping his friend and mentor back into bed he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He called Sara's phone and listened as it rang.

"Sidle."

"Hey, Sara, it's Nick."

"Nick, what's wrong?" She didn't try to hide the concern in her voice because Nick's ragged voice spoke volumes more than his short greeting.

"Grissom just had a bad nightmare and needs to talk to you."

Nick asked Gil if he wanted him to leave and passed him the phone. Gil shook his head adamantly and Nick stayed seated on the bed.

"Hi." Gil said, his voice shaking with his body.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I j-j-just had a b-bad d-dream and I n-needed t-to hear you v-v-voice."

"You want to talk about it?"

"N-N-No. I j-j-just need t-to kn-know that you're ok-kay."

"I'm fine, Gil. I'm here at the lab with Warrick and Catherine, and Jim is standing right beside me."

"W-W-Would you p-put J-J-Jim on?" Gil begged more than anything else, and after a moment he heard Jim's voice on the line.

"Hey, buddy." Jim sounded a little surprised but tried to keep his tone light. "What's up?"

"I-I n-need you t-to do-do something for m-me."

"Sure, Gil, name it."

"K-K-Keep an-an eye on S-S-Sara." Gil had tried to keep the emotions out of his voice but it hitched with a sob as he began to lose his reserve. "P-P-Please, J-J-Jim. P-P-Please d-don't le-let anything happen t-to her."

"Hey," Jim lost his playful tone when he heard his friend's plea and his voice became soothing and reassuring. "You have my word, Gil. I'll stay with her when she is out of the lab, and if I can't be with her Warrick will, okay?"

"Ye-Yeah, ok-kay."

"I'll put Sara back on."

After a moment Gil heard her voice again. "Honey, do you want me to come home?"

"N-No." Gil paused and took a deep, calming breath. "I'm okay now. Nick's here. I'll be fine."

"Okay." Sara sounded hesitant in her belief of his words but didn't push it. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Can you put Nicky back on?"

Gil handed the cell phone to Nick and the younger man got off the bed and stepped out of the room. When he looked back at Gil as he left the room he saw a heart-breaking look of abandonment in Gil's eyes, which Gil quickly tried to hide, by looking away, when he realized that Nick had recognized it.

"Hey, Sara." Nick pressed the phone to his ear once he was in the hallway.

"Hey, Nicky. Is he okay?"

"He's really shook up right now. I need to make sure he didn't hurt himself."

"Are you okay?" Sara knew Nick wasn't.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. We'll talk when I see you back here."

"Look, Nick, he really shouldn't be left alone. After he has a really bad nightmare they just keep coming back all night. Until he gives up and gets out of bed." He heard Sara sigh. "I can come home and stay with him. Cath said they can handle tonight's caseload."

"Sara, I'm here," Nick reassured his friend. "I'll stay in there with him, and if he starts to have another nightmare I'll wake him up."

"Okay," Sara said reluctantly. "I have an appointment tomorrow after shift, but I'm going to cancel it and come right home."

"Oh, no you're not. I know that's your appointment with the therapist and you'll only be gone an extra couple of hours. We'll be fine, Sara. You need to keep that appointment."

Sara glared at Catherine and Jim for telling Nick about her appointment, and even though he was miles away at the townhouse, Nick could tell Sara was upset. "Don't be mad at them. We all care about you and want to help you get through this as much as we do Grissom.

Nick's words startled Sara and she smiled softly, grateful for the love and devotion she felt from this man who was more a brother than a friend. "Okay, okay. I'll see you after my appointment then." The two said their good night's and Nick slipped his phone back into his pocket as he walked back into the bedroom.

Gil looked at Nick then quickly looked away. Nick felt a little embarrassed when he saw Gil harshly wipe the tears from his eyes, yet he sat down on the empty side of the bed.

"You doing Okay?" Nick asked.

Gil continued to look into the distance. He could barely recall exactly what happened before he fully felt he was awake from the dream, but he knew he struggled with Nick. He could see it from the looks of Nick and he felt it in his aching bones and muscles.

"Nick," Gil started. "I'm sorry about w-what happened." He rubbed his side and winced a bit. "I'm guessing I did that to your nose and lip."

"Gris, I'm not going to lie to you. You were out of control," Nick said. He got up from the bed and moved to Gil's side. He pulled up a chair and brought it to the bed. "Grissom, I know what it's like to have nightmares. Believe me."

"I know. They'll get b-better." Gil tried his best to cut Nick off.

"You tell me, Griss. Are they getting better?" Nick's expression showed compassion, but also challenged Gil to tell the truth. Gil still couldn't look at Nick and he couldn't answer him either. But Nick didn't quit. "Look, I'm here for you man. But I need to know. Have you been that way around Sara?"

That comment made Gil quickly turn and face Nick. His eyes showed more fear than anger or resentment for such a question. "NO! No. Nick I sw-wear."

"Gris, I'm not saying you would ever do anything intentional, but you were a man possessed..."

Suddenly, Gil felt nauseous and he started to fidget. He tried to get up, but the struggle had caught up with him. Without a word, Nick helped him up and got him to the bathroom. But once there, Gil shrugged the young man off. Nick took the hint and quickly stepped back so Gil could shut the door. On the other side he heard Gil retching.

Gil shook as he emptied his stomach and then suffered through a few boughts with the dry heaves. He sat back and everything came back - his nightmare, his struggle and how he swore the man in the room with him was Reggie Shelling and not Nick Stokes.

And worst of all, Gil could feel the hatred that coated the pit of his stomach and the rage that just set him on fire. He sat there shaking and in pain. Everything was too much.

He barely heard the knock or the doorknob twisting as Nick entered. "Gris? What's going on?" Nick saw Gil shaking and went to his side. "You in a lot of pain?"

"Y-y-y-es."

"Come on," Nick said and he practically carried Gil out of the bathroom, "get into bed. I'll get you some meds. Maybe I should take you to the hospital."

"NO! ... No. I.... p-p-please just the m-m-meds."

After getting him in bed, Nick retrieved Gil's pills and some water. He then took the chair to the empty side of the bed and grabbed an extra blanket from the hall closet. He sat down in the chair and rested his feet on the bed.

"You d-don't have to stay in here." Gil said with a touch of resentment in his voice.

"I know." Nick replied without looking at him. "I can leave if you want, but I don't mind staying. You'd do the same for me if I was having bad nightmares like this and couldn't escape them on my own."

Gil rolled onto his left side. He sniffled as fresh tears assaulted his eyes. He felt ashamed of himself at needing someone there to make sure that he was okay. It felt like a step backwards and resentment began to grow in him. Then Stacey's words returned to him.

"You have to remember not to look at the kindness of your friends through a 'pity lens.'"

"Thank you, Nick." Gil said in little more than a whisper.

Nick turned off the light and stretched out again. "You're welcome, Griss."

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A peaceful feeling enveloped Sara as she sat in Stacey Tolliver's inner office. After the night that Sara had had she appreciated the tranquil and soothing setting. On his desk sat a bubbling fountain that glowed in an array of soft pastels that changed every few seconds.

"Hello, Sara." Stacey offered his hand and she shook it before sitting down on the couch. "I'm glad that you're here. I'm sure it's been a long few weeks. What would you like to talk about?"

"I'm not really sure," she looked down at her hands where they lay on her lap. "I… I had a conversation with a friend, and I promised I would call about therapy."

"Ah," Stacey nodded. "Is your friend worried about you?"

"Yes. She said I can't help Gil move forward until I move forward myself."

"Sounds like a good friend," Stacey said with a smile, and he received a nod from Sara. "Would you tell me about your friends? Are there feelings of isolation or are you receiving what you need from them?"

"They've been incredible," Sara said, and with that she talked fast and furious about each and every one of them. Her emotions ranged from the pain and sadness that she felt for Warrick when Gil tried to commit suicide and when Nick believed he had jumpstarted Gil's seizure to comfort when she was confronted by Catherine and when she saw Greg sitting on the sofa having coffee with Gil. She talked about the strength that she had received from Jim while they were looking for Gil and after they had found him and he was in the hospital. She even told him of the funny look that Jim had given her the day that Gil had had his outburst of rage.

"What kind of look did he give you?" Stacey asked, breaking Sara's stream of thought that had lasted some twenty-five minutes.

Sara laughed. "He looked at me like I had two heads or something."

Stacey laughed back. "And why do you think that was?"

Sara shook her head. "I couldn't shut up. I just kept babbling and babbling. I do that when I'm nervous."

Stacey stopped for a second. "Sara, do you think you've ever seen that look before?"

"What do you mean? Has Brass ever given me that look?"

"Well, no. I mean the look itself. Was it a familiar look?"

Sara stopped. Her face became serious. "Yeah. Yeah. It was familiar."

"When did you see that look before?"

Sara wrung her hands. "It was the look my brother gave my mother."

"When was that?"

"My father… I got hurt and my mother was taking care of me and talking, and talking and… talking. And my brother was right there and just kept looking at my mother… with… that look."

"Was that the only time?"

"No."

"When did you see that look again, Sara?"

"I gave my mother that look."

"When?"

"After my father hit me again. And… everything just went… bad. And afterward my mother was taking care of me and telling me everything was okay. And I just couldn't see anything but her face," Sara stopped talking and stared at nothing in particular. "And when I looked at her, I gave her that look. Like my mother had two heads. My mother who had just killed my father with a knife in the kitchen had two heads."

Sara froze. Old family memories flooded her mind and then merged with present memories with Gil. Finding him naked and holding onto a table for dear life. Cradling his still body while waiting for the paramedics. Watching his body pulsate and jerk while he had seizures. Listening to his cries for help and his helpless cries during and following nightmares. And the look in his eyes when he seemed distant. It was the same look that she had seen in her father's eyes when he would hit her.

"Sara? Sara? Can you hear me? I asked you a question. Sara? Are you with me?"

Stacey's voice finally broke Sara free of her thoughts. "I'm sorry. I didn't… what did you ask?"

"Sara, tell me what just happened. What were you thinking about just now?"

"I… I think part of me died when we found him."

"Who?"

"My father."

"What part of you died, Sara?"

"My childhood. Mine and my brother's childhood." Sara's eyes were glassy and her voice was lost and cold. "But, I think it was worse when we found Gil."

"Why, Sara?"

"Because a part of him died there," Sara said as a tear fell from her eye. "And when a piece of him died there, so did a piece of me. A piece I took for. And I want it back, but I don't know if I will ever get it back."

"But you're trying, aren't you, Sara," Stacey said, once again beckoning Sara away from her thoughts. "Sara? You're trying hard aren't you?"

"Yeah… but… I…"

"And your friends are trying hard, aren't they?"

"Yes," Sara's resolve returned. But she had to ask Stacey a question. "But what about Gil? Is he trying? He is taking back his independence at home. He is doing things for himself more and more, but… there are times when I wonder. You've talked to him. You would know. Is what I'm seeing true?"

Stacey took a deep breath. "Sara, I know you have a lot of questions about Gil and his therapy, but I really can't talk about that. What I can tell you is, yes, he is trying. But, Sara, there are a lot of unknowns in this journey you are taking, this journey you are taking with Gil. I've told Gil that he is too smart for me to sugarcoat anything, and if there is one thing that you and he have in common it's your great intellect, so I'm not going to sugarcoat anything for you either. This is a tough road, and it's going to take time."

As Stacey paused Sara composed herself and nodded in agreement. But it was Stacey who spoke again. "But, Sara, we're here to talk about you."

"But sometimes talking about me means talking about Gil."

Stacey smiled. The couple also shared something else in common-thick headedness. "True. That's true. …Sara… why don't we go back to Gil. You asked me whether he is trying. Have you ever asked him that question?"

"No… I mean… he's going through so much… I don't know if I could ask him that."

"Okay, I understand. That's honest," Stacey said. But you asked me and seemed satisfied with my answer."

"Well, I trust you would tell me the truth. I trust you."

"Good. That's important for our relationship," Stacey said. "But let's say you asked Gil if he was trying. Would you believe his answer? Would you trust him?"

After babbling for almost half an hour, after opening up to someone she hardly knew about her family and her lover, Stacey's question left Sara speechless. She wondered if another piece of her died at that moment.

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When Sara walked into the kitchen of the townhouse she saw Nick making coffee and smiled. "Good morning."

"Hey, Sara. How was your night?" Nick turned to see her frown and rubbed his throat with his hand as he realized what she was looking at.

"What the hell happened to you, Nick?" She stepped forward and gently touched the red mark across his neck where Gil had tried to choke him.

Nick took his a sip of his coffee. "Sara, I'm really worried."

"Nick, the therapist said it would be a long road. And I'm sure talking about the case had a really big effect on what happened last night," Sara looked up to see Nick's expression. It was one of concern and just a hint of disbelief. She couldn't pull anything over on Nick. "I know, Nick. I know. I'm not trying to make excuses."

"Sara, the look in his eyes..."

Before he could continue, Sara took a deep breath. "Tell me what happened, Nick. I want to know what he did."

Nick recalled the entire evening. His voice cracked when he talked about how he had to physically hurt Gil to try and control him. "I'm sorry, Sara. I tried not hurt him..."

Sara put her arms around Nick for a much-needed embrace. "It's okay, Nick. I can't believe he was that out of control. But he wasn't himself."

"I didn't even know how to deal with him," Nick said, as he left the embrace and took a breath. "He wasn't the Grissom I know. Not with the look in his eyes and not with the things he was saying."

"He won't share much with me, and lately he's just been screaming for help and mercy," Sara said. "That's not what happened last night though, is it?"

"No," Nick said solemnly.

"What did he say, Nick? Please tell me."

"He really thought I was Shelling, Sara, and he was telling me to get off of you," Nick said. "But that wasn't the worst. He kept saying that he wasn't my 'goddamn faggot.' That's when he really struggled with me. He kept saying he wasn't a faggot or a slut."

"Where is he now?"

"He's still in bed. He woke up several more times after we called you." Nick shook his head sadly and could not hide the emotion from his eyes when he looked up at her. "Sara, I'm not just worried about him. I'm worried about you. Last night... last night was bad."

"I'm sorry, Nick."

"No. Don't be sorry," Nick said. This time he took her into his arms. "I'm glad I was here. But I don't know Sara... I'm just worried about you. Maybe I should stay."

"It's okay, Nick. I think it might be good if I'm with him."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. What about you?" Sara asked. "You sure you're okay?"

Nick laughed. "You're man's got a hell of a left hook. Yeah. I'm okay. But check him out. Okay?"

Sara walked Nick out the door and checked the locks twice, a custom she adopted when Gil came home from the hospital. When she walked into the room she saw that Gil was still lying on the bed and he turned to look at her when she entered. "Good morning." She smiled as she walked around the bed.

Although awake, Gil's mind still worked over the vestiges of his latest dream. He heard familiar phrases echo in his mind. I'll prove that I'm not a faggot, he thought. As Sara sat on the bed, he tantalizingly ran his hand up her arm and said in a sultry voice, "Good morning. I missed you."

His attitude caught Sara by surprise, but Gil's hand reached the back of her neck and he gently pulled her down for a kiss and sat up to meet her half-way. Their kiss was deep and passionate as he lead her body down to lie on top of his, and only broke the kiss when he pulled her shirt up over her head but quickly and hungrily claimed her mouth again.

Now Sara felt conflicted. In her own mind she replayed what she shared at the therapist office and what she had discussed with Nick. She knew she and Gil should talk, but he became insistent they continue as he pushed her lips open for him. He claimed her mouth for his own and slid his hands up her back and unhooked her bra. He rolled them over so that she lay underneath him and broke their kiss to help her out of her pants. He struggled a little to get out of his sleep pants but kicked them away.

Gil claimed her mouth again with a great intensity and Sara thought she would suffocate before he finally broke the kiss. He slowly kissed a trail down her neck and between her breasts. He quickly claimed one of her nipples with his mouth and sucked it hard as she shuddered beneath him.

He raised his eyes to look at her when she lifted her head off the pillow to look at him. He smiled when he was sure he saw the pleasure that filled her eyes. What she saw was a fire that filled his eyes. It was intoxicating. While she still felt apprehensive, the intensity of his gaze struck her at her core. As he kissed his way across to her other breast and claimed her nipple in his mouth, she became unglued. He nipped it with his teeth, giving it a gentle tug. Sara gasped at the sensation and grabbed his shoulders to brace herself as a wave of pleasure rippled through her when he ran a finger through the wetness between her legs.

She wasn't sure what was going on at the moment. But not much mattered other than the passion of the moment.

Gil claimed her lips again as he pushed a second finger inside of her and began flicking his thumb back and forth over her clit. She moaned into his mouth as he forcefully pushed his tongue passed her teeth. He pumped his fingers in and out of her as their tongues dueled for supremacy, which he quickly won.

He kissed his way from her mouth to her ear, slowing the pace of his fingers to prolong her pleasure.

"Your pussy's sooo wet." His voice was like a low, primitive growl in her ear, making her shudder again. She wasn't used to him speaking to her so raw.

"Ooooohhhhhh… Gil…" Sara moaned into his ear.

"What do you want, Sara?" Gil asked before nipping at her ear lobe.

"I want you," she panted.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Sara?"

"Oh, Gil," she moaned as she thrust herself up into his hand.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Sara!" He commanded as he quickened the pace of his thumb over her clit. "Tell me you want me to fuck you!"

Once again his voice, his very expressions seemed raw and more exposed than Sara had ever experienced. But she could not think as she cried out when her body reached the edge of its orgasm. "OHHHH GOD! GIL!"

Gil pulled his fingers out and quickly lined himself up with her. Watching her face and hearing her voice had made it almost impossible for him to restrain himself from taking her sooner. With one, hard thrust he buried his shaft deep inside her. Sara tightened her grip on his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. She had been taken by surprise as she had not expected the force with which he entered her or the ferocity of the pace that he set.

It was so much different than the day before, when he hadn't been able to reach his own climax. As he held his fast pace his thrusts became rougher. He pounded into her with all of the strength that he had in his body. When Sara came it was hard and intense. But even after she was calming back down from her high Gil had still not reached his.

When Sara opened her eyes and looked up into Gil's her breath caught in her throat. The look that she had seen in his eyes that had chilled her to the core had returned. And the expression that was conveyed by his features was one of pure hatred and rage.

As Gil was overwhelmed by the sensations that he felt his emotions overtook him. While Sara had closed her eyes, as she was swept up by her orgasm, Gil lost himself and his memories took her place. The memory of his tormentors taking him. The memory of his tormentors beating him. The memory of his tormentors forcing their cocks into his mouth. The memory of his tormentors fucking him in the ass overruled them all. The feeling of their hands roughly grabbing his own cock as it hardened in their grip, and roughly jerking him off.

Then Gil's mind was seized by the memory of Michael O'Tool forcing Gil to suck his cock to end the pain. Gil could still feel the dildo that O'Tool had pumped in and out of his ass with one hand while he roughly jerked Gil off with the other, until Gil came hard in his captor's hand and his hot cum squirted up onto his own belly.

All of those feelings rushed over Gil like a raging river and he lost what little self-control he thought he had once had. He pounded into Sara harder and harder. Sara tried to make eye contact with him, but his glazed over, blue eyes were unseeing.

"Gil… baby… calm down," she panted as she cupped his face with her hands.

Gil felt Michael's hands take his face and suddenly the chains that had kept him from protecting himself were gone. He grabbed O'Tool's wrists and pinned him to the floor. Gil held Sara down, with her wrists pinned to the mattress above her head, and gritted his teeth as his rage intensified.

"Gil, stop it!" Sara pleaded as she struggled against him. "Please… stop!"

As Gil felt O'Tool struggle beneath him his need for revenge intensified. He slapped Sara hard across the face. "How do you fucking like it?!" He flipped her onto her stomach and twisted her arm behind her back. "DO YOU FUCKING LIKE IT?!"

He entered Sara's ass with one, hard thrust and again buried himself deep within her. Sara cried out in pain and couldn't stop the tears as he pounded into her with all that he was worth.

"Gil…" she sobbed. "Please… stop… GIL!!!"

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A/N: WOW! The last time I asked you to hit that button I asked you to be nice, but I far from expect that now. But I will say again that the more reviews I get the sooner I will post.